There was a hierarchy in the gym.  The fighters in the ring looked down, literally, on the wrestlers. Standing in the elevated ring, they viewed the wrestlers as fags who rolled around on the floor grabbing each other. They would see the wrestlers in their tight lycra singlets, shove each others faces into their sweaty crotches and armpits. Many of them sporting boners as they rubbed against each other. It was disgusting.

Seeing this, day after day, the fighters thought of the wrestlers as less than themselves.

Over time the fighters started using the wrestlers to serve their needs.  It started when the old punching bag ripped open and needed to be replaced. The fighters grabbed a couple of wrestlers, stood them up against the wall and used them to practice their jabs and uppercuts.  Then, the guy who usually served as the corner man called in sick, so no one set up the spittoons in the ring.  The fighters just leaned over the ropes and spit on the wrestlers on the mats at the foot of the ring.

The wrestlers accepted this “abuse” from the alpha male fighters as they understand their roles in the gym and in the overall hierarchy of men. As beta and omega males they naturally serve the men above them. So this afternoon when one of the fighters announced that he needed to take a piss, but did not want to leave the ring, a wrestler stepped up to help him out. He leaned in between the ropes and opened his mouth to serve as the alpha males urinal.  After the fighter finished draining his bladder, the wrestler looked up to the jock above him and thanked him for the stomach full of warm salty piss.

Finished with his service, the wrestler crawled back down to the mats on the floor and was congratulated by all of the other wrestlers for doing such a good job. The fighters looked down and noted that all of the wrestlers had tented out the front of their singlets with their hard boy dicks watching the use of their teammate. Fucking wrestling fags were disgusting.